While visiting my local liquor store this morning, picking up some champagne for myself for Christmas Day, I chatted with the friendly guy there. Wishing him a Merry Christmas in case I didn't see him again before the event, I asked what he had planned for Christmas Day. Grumbling, and rightly so, he told me he had to work on Christmas Day at the hotel that runs the liquor store, serving those who will be enjoying their Christmas lunch at the pub.
It really annoys me that people, on this one day of the year, can't fend for themselves, and that they expect others to give up their day to serve them. I've been on that side of the fence either cooking or waiting on the hungry hordes sitting at tables with their plates piled high and silly paper hats on their heads. It used to anger me, too. The thought still angers me. I think it is very selfish of the public to demand others forego their families and loved ones so they, the public, don't have to lift a finger.
There, I've had my grouch for the day!